A face that might be called beautiful; and yet its beauty was of that negative order which we admire in the serpent and the pard.
The smile was cynical; the eye cold, yet bright; but the brightness was altogether _animal_--more the light of instinct than intellect.

A face that presented in its expression a strange admixture of the lovely and the hideous--physically fair, morally dark--beautiful, yet brutal! From some undefinable cause, I at once conceived for this man a strange feeling of dislike.

It was he of whom Lincoln had spoken, and who was likely to be my rival for the captaincy.

Was it this that rendered him repulsive?
No.

There was a cause beyond.